Her sweet, accompanied by her appealing voice, however, fueled Dylan's desire.
Holy shit.
Whenever the little woman begged for mercy, he felt more excited and was unable to hold himself. He felt that he had been poisoned by her, with the deadly poison.
He wanted to fuck her, now. Without hesitation, he lifted her legs to wrap his waist, ready to pull off her pants. Savannah sensed the coming danger; she gnashed her teeth, her nose twisting.
"Dylan, don't make me hate you!"
Yes, it was the agreement that connected her with him, and she should satisfy all his needs; she even had to give birth to his kid...
But she did not want to be forced to have sex with him! She was mortified that her body responded to his caress, and she felt so uncomfortable because of the shame that she preferred death to be fucked by him in this way.
